In the British hit television series "Broadchurch," finally arriving
stateside, death is far
more than just a plot device. It is an event that shatters history. Rarely has the
ripple effect of an unspeakable murder been more deftly
and brilliantly captured than it is in this television event.

My first memory, when I heard that David Bradley was dead, was of him drop-kicking a footstool across the living room. Bradley, 77, who died Dec. 19 in Los Angeles, was one of the legendary eccentrics of the film world, irascible and beloved. He launched the career of Charlton Heston, amassed one of the great private film archives and toasted the survivors of silent films at his legendary New Year's Day parties.